Today at 12:45 I have to have an ultrasound to look at the ovarian cyst they found while they were looking for my kidney stone and FUCK EVERYTHING FUCK FUCK FUCK.
Ima ask them to take a gander while they're up there, see if they still see a kidney stone. I mean, they're ALREADY THERE, right? Why not move that wand a tad and see? Anyway, the good news is, I have to drink 32 ounces of water and hold it till they take the goddamn ultrasound. You know perfectly well I will get there and the middle-aged black lady at the front desk who is over me will be all, "Someone will be with you" or "We'll call you" and I will SIT there having to PEE for more than an hour.
I'm already annoyed and I haven't even gotten dressed yet.
In the meantime, can you spot the Tallulah? I get all those pillows right, then she comes in and screws them up for her nest. Every day. I let Talu sit in here while I blog, but then Ned insists she go back downstairs for the rest of the day, so she won't eat his cat. Which she wouldn't even want to do. Talu does not like white meat.
Remember when Tallulah used to be nice to cats? Somehow through the years she got over cats. Tallulah is the black lady at the front desk of the cat lobby. She mostly ignores our cats, but every once in awhile she'll stare at one of them, like, God, I forgot how much you piss me right the eff off and then she lunges at whichever cat annoyed her by living, and they run off. I mean, she doesn't try to BITE a cat, she just runs at them the way my Uncle Jim used to to make me scream from the room.
Tallulah is a dick. And you can see Iris cares deeply about Lu's bullying. And you can see Edsel is a barnacle. As always. No wonder Lu is in a cranky mood. She's had a growth since 2010.
Which brings me back to my ovary.
Goddammit.
I'd better go. I just noticed at the bottom of this post, Typepad has suggested I create related links for the following:
Fuck. Edsel. God. Nice.
The big tree outside my window up here just got little leaves on it for the first time this season, I'm just noticing it. If I had my damn phone up here I'd take a picture, as it is truly lovely. This is a great tree. Perhaps eventually I can carry my cyst and my stone over to the window to look at it.
God. Ovarian cyst. Cat.
June
